"Thanks," I murmur, opening the bathroom door. I take the clothes from him and frown when I notice something's missing. "uh... you forgot the underwear."
"You don't need them anyways," he says to me, backing me up until I was leaning against the counter. "I missed you, Viv." I was clutching the clothes to my chest, my eyes looking into his. He had me boxed in against the counter, leaning into it with his hands on either side of my hips. My breathing became shallow and quick as he leaned towards me, blood started to rush to my cheeks, my palms were becoming sweaty. Then he kissed me.
Vivienne is one of the best agents of her time; she's ruthless but compassionate, intelligent but not arrogant, and she doesn't let anything or anyone get in her way when there's work to be done. That is until her ex-boyfriend (who left her in a very unorthodox way) comes stomping back into her life as her new assignment. Now she has to protect him from the Rebellion, the force that's fighting to take France back into the dark.
Vivienne has to fight through betrayal, the order of her own organization, and her surfacing feelings for Xavier. Does she have the endurance to carry out this mission?